Like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, New Year's Eve and fireworks are an inspired pairing.

Though you won't find me painting the town red on the last night of the year, if there's a fireworks show nearby that's a different story.

Since I was working in the Tetons on a photo shoot for a few days over the holiday, I made sure to punch my own ticket for the pyrotechnics hosted by Snow King Ski Mountain in Jackson, Wyoming.

The torchlight parade which usually draws many, many participants was cancelled at the eleventh hour, but it was wonderful to see about a dozen ski club members carry on the tradition. The slopes would have felt a little neglected without this.

Not knowing whether I'd have trouble securing my preferred vantage point I arrived nearly two hours ahead of time. It was a long wait in brisk weather (15 degrees Fahrenheit); by the end of the show my fingers were numb in spite of the chemical heat packs stuffed into my trigger mittens. But who cares? I got my fireworks fix.

A good way to step into 2021!